Chapter 1060

How long have I been holding on?

A day, a week, a month, a year, or... Just a minute?

The panting black haired wizard kept running to avoid the black fog around his body, as well as the crazy and almost non-stop attack of the giant rotten corpse demons. His exhausted body made his consciousness numb.

No, it should be a sign of mental exhaustion.

The dark circles are deep, the green veins on the forehead and neck jump one by one, the whites of the eyes are full of blood, and the pupils can't focus completely... That kind of particularly familiar pain makes me feel the "old time" again.

Think of those opponents who have approached themselves to despair again and again.

Mezka, Francis, Brunhild... And, of course, Asriel.

Both.

Thinking, the black haired wizard who was in a terrible state had an unspeakable smile on his mouth.

"Boom --!!"

At the moment of landing, the giant rotten corpse demon who gave up his life to raid was calmly dodged by the black haired wizard; A big sword cut with a backhand and "Turin fire".

In an instant, the screaming head like ice crack immediately turned golden red, "Bang --!" burst into pieces.

He's still struggling.

In the dark fog filled shadow, the eagle king coldly observed Loren Turin who dodged and fought back... This guy has been completely suppressed, but he still refuses to give up. Does he really not know how to write the word "admit defeat"?

The eagle king's heart sank - if he dragged on like this, he would collapse sooner or later because of exhaustion of mental strength; Even if you can win, you can only win miserably in the end.

Of course, he has another choice, that is, to completely give up the power of restraining the four evil gods in his body; But the price is to completely hand over their own life and death to them and become "evil god puppets" who no longer have the right to freedom, which is no different from those evil god apostles who end up miserable.

But that's not what the eagle king wants - as long as there's any possibility, he won't let himself fall to that end.

Loren Turin... Must defeat him as soon as possible.

"Boom --!!"

Another explosion.

A "force impact" smashed the rotting corpse demon coming face to face. The black haired wizard suddenly fell down, avoided the black fog stabbed by a long gun behind him, and then attacked the eagle king with exposed position again by the impact of the explosion.

The eagle king with a changed look pressed the blade, slowly evacuated, rolled up the black fog and constantly attacked Loren.

The condensed black fog constantly brushed past Loren. The most recent one directly wiped off the scar on his right shoulder, and the blood was sprayed in the air uncontrollably.

But the dark haired wizard still didn't stop. His dark pupils stared at the dodging figure.

Must rush up, only close to the front fight, seize the opportunity to hit the "silent dream" into the eagle king's body, oneself... Can seize the one in ten thousand possibility and defeat him!

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The hissing roar of ice crack sounded in my ears again. No less than ten giant rotten corpse demons' limbs drilled out of the surrounding black fog and rushed at him from all directions.

"Poof!"

The big sword crossed an arc in the air and divided the arm in front into two; The black haired wizard leaping in the air raised his left hand. The red Rune in the palm of his hand has become a burning fire.

"No! Here! Get in my way --!"

In the roar of thunder, the fire lit up the darkness.

Pulling up the embers that had not yet dispersed, Loren waved the "dawn" sword and rushed to the eagle king, and then chopped them down.

"Dang --!"

The sharp blades meet in the dark where sparks twinkle.

"Won't you give up yet?"

The eagle king glared for the first time.

Loren just sneered: "do you think... How did I send the black cross back to where he should go?!"

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"Black cross... Serlio... So... Ah..."

In the dark, the blonde looked at the four figures with different expressions, but they were all very determined.

The four evil gods who answered Asriel's question no longer spoke, and the suffocating silence seemed to spread to the end of the world.

Finally, the stunned boy snorted, and the pale corners of his mouth began to tremble.

"Puff!"

Asriel, with a broken smile, stunned four pairs of eyes at the same time.

Then without even a second's interval, the polite blonde seemed completely unable to help himself and burst into laughter like a flood.

"Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Young people laugh back and forth, and their smiling expression is distorted; The petite body trembled constantly, and the arms in front of the body pressed against the abdomen, as if they would laugh and breathe the next second.

Four pairs of eyes with different expressions stared at the figure laughing silently; The wild smile echoed in the cold and dead darkness, looking terrible and strange.

"Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahaha..."

Asriel, still laughing loudly, curled up like shrimp, hugged his abdomen, his head was deeply lowered, and his shaking shoulders could not be restrained.

"Asriel..."

Luton, named "unbeliever", came out of the shadow with a trace of pity and sadness: "I know it's very unfair for you and that Loren Turin; you must hate us very much now, but..."

"Resentment?!"

Asriel, with his head down, suddenly stopped and interrupted the words of the "unbeliever". His voice trembled slightly, as if with some slight breathing: "no, no, no, poor Luton, you really misunderstood. I don't mean to resent at all."

"I'm just too happy, too happy, you know - I really thought you were different, persuaded, changed, or actually hoodwinked by that guy, but it turns out..."

"You have not changed at all. You are still the group of treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors and shameless sewer rats in the past!"

The robbed "unbeliever" was silent and his eyes retreated bleakly.

"Forget it, Luton..." Diabo, the "last shadow" on one side, snorted coldly: "why? How much do you think our noble Asriel can be stronger? Our nature... Is the same greedy, despicable and shameless; it's meaningless to measure it by how much."

"Well, asrell, will you deny it? Will you deny that the essence of your relationship with the stranger is to use each other?"

"Of course not!" Asriel was very frank: "dear, the relationship between Loren and Asriel starts from using each other. We all hope to accomplish something with the help of each other."

"That's why I'm happy... I'm glad you guys haven't changed; you're willing to stand up, not because of what the eagle king of the Azores said, but because everything he wants to do is good for you!"

"The black cross sailor was banished to the void by dear Loren, and it is impossible to find an opportunity to return to the material world in a short time; so you realize... Some once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The low voice of words echoed in the dark, and the falling white blond hair blocked the boy's sight, making him look more like talking to himself:

"Yes, as long as you seize this period of time and completely destroy the foundation of the Holy Cross in the material world by the hand of the Azores, you can have the opportunity to usurp everything established by this' terrible creation '

"Then... Just take two more Holy Grails, you can successfully complete the great idea left by the Dragon Kingdom and establish your 'heaven on earth' on the ruins of the Holy Cross;"

"Even if serliol can return to this world smoothly, you who control most of the material world and have two Holy Grails will have the power of a war;"

"As for the eagle king of the Azores... In your eyes, he is probably not much different from a tool man. When the utilization value is completely drained, he will be left aside by you?"

"All this is because dear Loren gambled his life and exiled the 'black cross' serliol, who had nothing to do with him, to the void..."

Asriel slowly raised his head, with a pair of scarlet eyes on his young face, full of ridicule and madness.

"You're right, that's it." Diabo, the same mean "terminator", has no idea of denying it:

"We used you and the stranger, but who made him a stranger?"

"We also used the eagle king of the Azores, but who made his desire so inflated and uncontrollable?"

"We appreciate the contribution of the stranger, but we didn't ask for it; we didn't ask the eagle king of the elves to take refuge in us. He found the door himself..."

"We... Just used all the convenient conditions to achieve a better result, Asriel." Diabo said coldly: "this is the best result for us."

"It is also the best result for the world - because it avoids being completely occupied by a will; our differences will bring a more open, unknown and uncertain future to the world."

"As for Loren Turin, it's a pity, but he can't win... The empty power of the eagle king is already above him; it's even more so when we get our power."

Diabo's cold voice fell like a judge's sentence.

Asriel, whose expression is distorted, is still so cold and crazy.

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"That's... That's it."

The indifferent eagle king said coldly in a tone of judgment.

The left hand of the "caster" stretched out to his face door was bound by the rolled up black fog and could not move.

Obviously, it is about to be pasted to the face door, but it can't be close to half a minute any more; Just a few inches away, it is like a natural moat.

Finally, the rune floating in the palm struggled and dissipated in the dark.

The eagle king sighed low. I don't know whether it was a sigh of relief or pure emotion. He slowly raised his eyes and turned to the figure behind the palm of his hand.

Loren Turin.

At this time, the black haired wizard could not move and was bound in the air. More than ten black fog bound all the joints of his neck, limbs and trunk from all directions.

As long as he dares to struggle, these virtual "forces" can crush him into a pile of rotten meat.

Around his body, more than a hundred black fog had turned into a long gun and aimed at all parts of his body; In an instant, Loren can feel what "ten thousand arrows wear the body" is like.

He is like prey falling into a spider's web. No matter how hard he struggles, he just speeds up his death.

"I believe with your wisdom, you should have guessed that there would be a trap when you rushed towards me." the eagle king, who finally recovered his calm, faced his dark pupils:

"But you still rushed up - because you know that in addition, you have no chance to win at all; the gap between you and me is an essential gap, which can not be made up by luck or chance; you don't even have the qualification to fight fairly with me without breaking my state of mind or limiting my empty power."

"Knowing it's a risk, you still have to try."

Sighing, the eagle king shook his head and said something else: "I have to admit, Lord Loren Turin, or... A stranger from another world, I was completely moved by your unyielding spirit."

"Perhaps it is with this spirit that you can reach a level that is almost comparable to me in just a few years, and banish the 'black cross' serliol to the void with less than one in ten thousand."

"As an enemy, warrior, king of elves... I respect your spirit and will. When I succeed in usurping the world, I will let all creatures in the world know that there was such an existence as you." the eagle king said calmly: "if possible, I may allow some creatures to worship you."

"Of course, it's all very far away, things in the future; now, I'll let your subordinates leave safely; I promise that the rotten corpses won't attack until they join the army of duanjie mountain fortress, so..."

"Lord Loren Turin, do you have any last words?"

The voice fell, and the eagle king, who no longer spoke, quietly waited for the reply of the black haired wizard.

Lauren, with indifferent eyes, whispered in a meaningful tone:

"Then... That's it."

"Yes." the eagle king nodded, "it's time to end."

Finally... He finally gave up.

That's right. Up to now, all the cards have been played out. What else can he do to turn the table?

"Pa!"

Snap your fingers gently.

"Click... Click... Click..."

The continuous sound of fragmentation came, and the black fog wrapped around the black haired wizard twisted all his joints; The "long guns" who followed him couldn't wait to pierce his body.

Eyes, ears, skull top, chest, limbs

After a brief stabbing pain, the black fog shrouded the whole body completely deprived the black haired Wizard of all consciousness; The original sober consciousness also fell into darkness with the gradually disappearing pain.

Fall into... The darkness of feeling nothing.